Ghostly White Eyes

Sitting all alone
Tied up in a dark room
Struggling to reach the phone
Waiting to meet her doom..

She lets out a cry
But is heard by none
Oh how I wish I could fly
Oh, please god, just let me run..

A hooded figure walks in
A knife is what is held
He is going to enjoy committing this sin
And the effort of being repelled..

He looks at her pale face
Her eyes blackened with fear
This he wants agony to replace
As he brings the blade near..

Screaming with pain
As again and again he slices
Making her slowly go insane
Her body left to its own devices..

She pleads and she begs
But he does not listen
Slowly carving flesh from her legs
The scarlet blood starting to glisten..

He looks around with satisfaction
And closes her now ghostly white eyes
He prods her bloody skin but finds no reaction
And leaves this place to be haunted by her deathly cries..